[Intro]
(Roc that shit out, Hari)
[Chorus]
Life been gettin' deep, days been gettin' longer, I ain't gettin' sleep
Money gettin' taller, problems gettin' shorter, legs weak
Bitch gettin' aggy, pants gettin' saggy, bands gettin' heavy
Ran it up, I'm still consistently steppin'
We pop Tech, fuck thots, most of 'em used as props
I be wonderin' if she let me fuck if my chain come off
These bitches tools, they see these diamonds, they brain come off
(Oh shit, oh shit, there he go, fuck is that? Oh my God, is that Key? Yeah, that's him)
[Verse]
Killer micro Drac' with fashion, double homicide (Micro Drac')
I seen the 'Cat after a stain, I had to jump inside (Gang)
Smoke a nigga cookie (Cookie), spint lil' bro, he pussy (Pussy), foe nigga gushin' (Bah, uh)
Yeah, niggas see I ran it up, now they need a God (Broke-ass niggas)
No way you think I'm Stunna, bitch, my music nationwide (Bitch)
Hit a boutique, buy everything, I don't even pick the size (Shit, you a fly motherfucker)
Ran into my first hundred thousand (Woo), two hundred thousand (Hot damn)
Three hundred thousand (Hot damn), four hundred thousand, five (Shit)
Niggas better catch up, they still stuck on they first twenty-five (Damn, dub-five)
I done spent a twenty-five on a twenty-five and took out a dime
Bought a car, put the rest up, got a fuckin' 9 (Glizzy)
40 got bigger (Bigger), guns got bigger (Bigger), young rich nigga
I must admit I'm havin' dog shit for real, you gettin' paper, come and get with me
(Come here, come here, come here, come on, where we goin'? Nigga, get with me)
Ain't got no fucks with for no fake nigga (Fuckboy)
I'll let that Drac' hit 'em (Drac', bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, Drac')
(Roc that shit out, Hari)
[Chorus]
Life been gettin' deep, days been gettin' longer, I ain't gettin' sleep
Money gettin' taller, problems gettin' shorter, legs weak
Bitch gettin' aggy, pants gettin' saggy, bands gettin' heavy
Ran it up, I'm still consistently steppin'
We pop Tech, fuck thots, most of 'em used as props
I be wonderin' if she let me fuck if my chain come off
These bitches tools, they see these diamonds, they brain come off
(Oh shit, oh shit, there he go, fuck is that? Oh my God, is that Key? Yeah, that's him)
[Verse]
Killer micro Drac' with fashion, double homicide (Micro Drac')
I seen the 'Cat after a stain, I had to jump inside (Gang)
Smoke a nigga cookie (Cookie), spint lil' bro, he pussy (Pussy), foe nigga gushin' (Bah, uh)
Yeah, niggas see I ran it up, now they need a God (Broke-ass niggas)
No way you think I'm Stunna, bitch, my music nationwide (Bitch)
Hit a boutique, buy everything, I don't even pick the size (Shit, you a fly motherfucker)
Ran into my first hundred thousand (Woo), two hundred thousand (Hot damn)
Three hundred thousand (Hot damn), four hundred thousand, five (Shit)
Niggas better catch up, they still stuck on they first twenty-five (Damn, dub-five)
I done spent a twenty-five on a twenty-five and took out a dime
Bought a car, put the rest up, got a fuckin' 9 (Glizzy)
40 got bigger (Bigger), guns got bigger (Bigger), young rich nigga
I must admit I'm havin' dog shit for real, you gettin' paper, come and get with me
(Come here, come here, come here, come on, where we goin'? Nigga, get with me)
Ain't got no fucks with for no fake nigga (Fuckboy)
I'll let that Drac' hit 'em (Drac', bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, Drac')
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